Sisterhood is a special and cherished bond that those who are and have sisters know all about.
I dedicate this blog post to my sister, my best friend, Ashley.
I can remember when my sister and I were younger and how we used to fight like cats and dogs, literally. We were four-eyed geeky kids back then with wide rimmed spectacles taking up virtually our entire faces. And my mom would yell from the kitchen "watch her glasses" as we smacked each other and pulled each other's hair. That was in the 80's, as we sat in our living room watching the same movies over and over again...Girls Just Wanna Have Fun, My Girl, One Magic Christmas and Heart and Souls to name a few. (Bawoomp, bawoomp!)
Then came the 90's...and my sister would try to hang out in my room when my friends were over. And that was annoying. Everything that I would do, or plan to do, she would want to do.
And as we grew up there was the occasional, wait let me rephrase that, the quite often fight when one sister would take a little visit to the other sister's closet. That was a no-no. We could share clothes, but never shoes. Though she is four years younger than me, her feet grew faster than mine. Oh, and she's taller too.
Ash played sports, volleyball, basketball and softball, and attended games and athletic events with our dad, while I was the cheerleader being dropped from the pyramid and chanting silly phrases from the side lines at the high school football games.
After graduating from a private, catholic high school, I stayed home and commuted to and from college while Ash finished up public high school and then went off to dorm at college. It was so different when Ash left home, but the strange part is, it was better. As we grew up, our relationship grew up and transformed from silly sisterhood into an important friendship.
We had some tough times thrown in the loop when our Nanny and our dad passed away, but thankfully we made it through, with each other. That was in 2000 and 2001. We got our stuff together and both read at our dad's wake. It was important to us. After all, we were grown ups now.
In 2006 I got married with Ash by my side as my maid-of-honor. Her MOH speech at my wedding was perfect. It was so well put, well why wouldn't it be, she is a thriving English teacher.
Ash lives about one-hour away from me now, but I have a special room just for her to come and stay with us on weekends. I wouldn't want it any other way. I actually can't wait for the weekends to make plans with my sister. Whether we're shopping, singing karaoke, having margaritas together, or watching Sex and the City dvd's, it is quality time. I look forward to hearing how her day went during our nightly phone conversations, chatting during the Grey's Anatomy commercials, and leaning on her when I need a shoulder to cry on. Her ears are a good quality. She really listens to me when I need someone to listen.
Inspired by Glamour Magazine, November 2008.
